AUTUMN AS EARTH'S SORROWING SPRING

[G.M. Hopkins'] MARGARET'S AUTUMN REPRISAL

"Margaret, are you grieving...over goldengrove unleaving?"

Margaret, "child,

of cadenced grieving":

Blame not, Autumn,

for un-leaving;

Fall stands master,

toiled and treasured;

Limber winds breed

seasons...measured.

Balm of  saints

and scripted sorrows;

Tempered fate spurs

Warm tomorrows.

What, then, if thy

veil descendeth ?

Reaping ghosts whose

pasts have endeth ?

Seeds of scorn

In search of mending,

Worn of tinctured

Trials, unending...

Soul of Autumn !

Sun-drenched crimson!

Baring  truths,

For winter, winsome:

Such are lessons learned

by four-score;

(Still, it's Margaret whom

you mourn for...).

above poem written by: L.P.-Grenn

Though, here's what forever inspires me...

Spring and Fall

BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS

to a young child

Márgarét, áre you gríeving

Over Goldengrove unleaving?

Leáves like the things of man, you

With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?

Ah! ás the heart grows older

It will come to such sights colder

By and by, nor spare a sigh

Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;

And yet you wíll weep and know why.

Now no matter, child, the name:

Sórrow’s spríngs áre [all]the same.

Nor mouth had; no, nor mind, expressed

What heart heard of, ghost [had] guessed:

It ís the blight man was born for,

It is Margaret [who] you mourn for.